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Affliction	By : Luv Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Despite my plaguing curiosity about my employer’s activities, I was ready for bed when the time came. The day’s trials had worn me down, and no sooner had I settled on the creaking little cot, snug under the heavy blanket, in my flannel nightgown and woolen socks, than I was fast asleep. The curtain drawn to separate my tiny quarters from the rest of the chamber served to muffle any sounds; the dripping of moisture from the walls and ceiling, the slosh of the lake against the banks…
I sat up abruptly, aware that only one thing could cause the sound of water lapping against the stone shore. Even as exhausted as I was, something had been awake just below the surface, restless and expectant. I was fully awake, ears pricked, breathing as quietly as possible.
Voices. Singing voices drifted from some distance off still, reverberating through the halls of the underground lair in an eerie semblance of a lullaby. I listened intently, making out a female voice which was not known to me, and a male voice which most certainly was. They were getting closer.
By the time I heard the monstrous clang and groan of the great portcullis being raised, the singing had reached a frenzied pitch, both parties delving into their depths to produce a cacophony of sound that was both impressive and unsettling. I felt myself blush immediately, as though I was listening to the intimate sounds of fevered lovemaking. Theirs was a passionate volley, him imploring her soul, she gladly offering it to him. A ridiculous surge of jealousy washed over me.
At the last of it, he demanded the same thing to her again and again, Sing to me! And she did, her voice transforming into the most pure and magnificently pitched sound I have ever heard. Sing to me, my angel! He begged, unbridled passion making his voice raspy and dangerous. And in the climactic moment, she gave him all of herself, cutting the dismal darkness with an impossible note, never wavering. I closed my eyes and shook my head in disbelief.
The silence that followed was enough to pique my curiosity to the point that I had to see what was transpiring beyond the velvet barricade. Silently I crept to the end of my cot, taking care that I did not make it creak, and I timidly pulled the curtain aside just enough to see but not be seen.
I could see my employer (would that he had given me a name by which to address him), discarding his cape with an impressive swirl that left it lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. He was stalking slowly, looking in the direction of the lake. I shifted my position so I could see what had his attention and found the mark. His boat, an ornate little vessel in the style of a gondola, was ashore, and there was a passenger aboard. She was dressed in a gown of fine white lace, and beautiful rich dark curls spilled down her back. She sat in awe of the sight before her, both the environment and the man in it.
Suddenly he broke the silence, his voice floating across the darkness, intended for one set of ears alone, oblivious that he had a secret audience.
“I have brought you to the seat of sweet music’s throne

To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music, music.”
He continued in this manner, words sung, not spoken, welcoming this young woman to his precious haven. I felt the absurd jealousy again. Our haven.
Then there was a pause, and he stopped his careful meandering, eyes locked on his guest. I looked from one to the other, unable to see her face, I watched his eyes. He looked positively entranced, and then he took a deep breath, and when he released it, a new song began.
“Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.

Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination…”
It was unlike anything I had heard before, and my heart ached like a fist had clenched it tightly, threatening to rip it out of my chest. His voice was different, soothing, gentle, rich. Whoever this woman was, she was having a most amazing effect on him.
I realized that I had closed my eyes at some point, had let the curtain swing back closed and had both hands clutched to my chest. Lost in his voice, in the unbelievable sentiments he was expressing through a melody so hypnotic and overwhelming, I could not imagine anyone resisting it.
I shook my head, trying to come to my senses, and leaned forward once again to see. They were very close now; the beautiful young woman had come ashore and was by my employer’s side, her face rapt with fascination, her chest heaving with desire. They were so close, and he continued to sing, such words, such heartbreaking words.
Then he touched her, and the effect was like watching two lit candles touch and burn as one. They ignited together, and then both succumbed to the fire. He turned her in his arms, swaying behind her, singing close to her ear.
“Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.”
He brought her hand up to his face and his eyes closed in pure bliss at the contact as he leaned his cheek for a brief moment against her palm.
He loves her, I thought to myself. I felt my heart plummet. What must it feel like? Having a man love you, body and soul? I envied the young woman.
They moved off together, his voice growing stronger and more certain, he was gaining confidence in his power over her. I could no longer see them, though I strained and squirmed for a better look. The singing had stopped, but I could detect movement. Then they appeared again, he was carrying her; she appeared to have swooned, she was no longer conscious. He took her gallantly to the bed where he gently placed her inert body.
I glanced down at my cot, heavy hearted. Ah well, it is your lot, I told myself.
I looked back through the crack in the curtain. He was bent low over her sleeping form, his face a breath away from her own as he looked on her with all the adoration in the world. His voice was soft as a whisper.
“Help me make the music of the night.”
The final note hung in the air long after he had left her. It burned in my heart until I finally fell asleep with swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks.
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